Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 114: Conflict
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"Where did she get the white bread?" Locke asked Rafi next to him curiously.
Lafite blushed and explained, "Of course it was given by Henry the businessman."
Locke doesn't believe it, white bread can only be eaten at the first level of the squadron leader, and Henry barely matches himself, so where can the extra white bread be given to others. Mostly where Lafite and Christine did it themselves.
Because of the practice of fighting spirit, Lafite is not sure how much stronger than Henry's guards. Clean his hands and feet, steal something, Henry don't want to know.
The thought of Henry suddenly discovering that he was missing a loaf of white bread at lunch, Locke wanted to laugh.
Nor can it be blamed on Rafi for ruining Christine. Including Grace, the three daughters used to eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas in the Marquis's mansion. Suddenly, they could only eat wheat cakes and the like who could bear it. Only white bread and other foods could the three daughters speak a little bit.
Since there are only women and children in this household, Locke, the security of Grace's third daughter, is relieved, and after an explanation, Locke retreats.
There is a shack next to it. There should be people living in the shack, but there is no one at this time. The messy pots and pans show that the owner is very anxious.
Just leave the horse here. Locke went and brought the horses of the three women. These horses were transferred by Locke from the cavalry squadron. The lives of the horses are more precious than the soldiers. If these horses are lost, Locke, as the transferer, will also pay the Baron a lot of compensation. .
Tie the horse's rope, Locke turned and prepared to leave.
"Who are you! Why are you here?" Miller looked at the man in Faustin uniform in front of him in horror. From the man's heavily armed armor and the bright sword around his waist, Miller could see that at least Is an officer.
Aren't the Faustans still in the west? How could it be at his door? Miller suddenly turned around and looked at his door. The broken door seemed to tell Miller what happened not long ago.
"You guy!" As if thinking of something bad, Miller let out a roar and rushed towards Locke.
Locke looked at this guy who appeared suddenly. Although Miller had participated in a week of defending the city, he was still just a civilian. The flawed attack made Locke not interested in wasting time with him.
Like smashing the wooden door, Locke made a cool 180-degree turn and kicked straight to Miller's waist, "Bang!" Miller flew sideways. After landing, his hands tightly held the waist and abdomen kicked by Locke, and there was no movement for a long time.
Although he didn't use vindictiveness, most people really couldn't hold Locke's foot. In fact, Locke only used one-third of his strength.
"Drink!" Suddenly, a figure rushed over and hugged Locke. This person was taller than Locke and was a few meters tall. The funny thing was that after hugging Locke, this big man wanted to lift He picked up Locke and threw it out, but Locke didn't move a step for a long time, but the big man was stuck there.
"Huh, only brute force idiot." Locke smiled contemptuously, raised his right foot and kicked the man's left leg. The man staggered, followed by a beautiful back fall by Locke. The man followed Miller. , Was thrown aside by Locke.
This time Locke put all his strength down. After the "snorting" man fell on his back, a burst of blood spurted out, mixed with some broken internal organs.
"Orne!" Miller shouted at the man who fell on the ground.
"Swipe." Locke drew his sword, preparing to end the two unexpected guests who suddenly appeared.
The clothes worn by Miller and Ornn have not been rare in Locke in recent years, nor have they killed less. Two Shirelo barbarians, Locke thought.
The low-level servants of Locke can't be resisted by two ordinary soldiers, and they are not soldiers, but can only be described as two ordinary adult men.
At the moment when he raised the sword and was about to swing it down, the Charlo woman I met in the wooden house before ran out, "No!"
After running out, I knelt in front of Locke and kept kowtowing and crying, "Please, don't kill him!" The woman wearing a rag patch looked so weak and helpless at this time.
Not only this woman, but even her two children ran out crying, and shouted "Dad" to one of the fallen Charlotte soldiers.
At this moment, Locke understood everything.
"Spare them." Grace walked out sometime.
"I need a reason." Locke said.
Grace said dumbly.
Locke is not as hostile to the Charlowes as other Faustan soldiers. But this is divided, only women and children can get Locke's mercy.
When dealing with Shirelo soldiers, Locke has never been soft-handed. The soft-handed Faustin soldiers will not survive now.
"I beg you!" The Charlo woman next to her was still begging, her forehead had been knocked out with blood.
"Betty!" Miller on the ground saw his wife who appeared suddenly. There was no pain at the moment, only a sense of happiness. "Betty, you're fine!" The waist and abdomen were still hurting badly, but Miller still struggled to climb to Betty's side, hugging his wife and two children.
Seeing this scene, Locke was a little bit helpless. The long sword he held did not fall for a long time.
"Daddy brought you something delicious." Miller ignored the pain and took out two small pieces of jerky and a piece of granola from his chest.
The jerky and oatmeal had been smashed into pieces when they landed just now, but Miller insisted on feeding them to the two children. He knew that his children, including his wife, probably hadn't eaten for more than a day.
"You owe me a life!" Locke put down these words and turned to leave. The civilians of Charlo, living in the surrounding houses, were obviously attracted by what happened here. They opened the windows one by one and looked at them secretly. Locke didn't want to expose Grace's three daughters.
Grace clearly understood Locke's meaning, "Go back, he won't make you embarrassed." Grace said to Betty.
Betty nodded quickly, got up and helped Miller to walk home.
"And him." Miller pointed at his wife, who fell on the ground.
Betty said that she knew that after helping Miller back, she came out and pulled Aoun into the house, who was unconscious.
Looking at what happened, Grace shook her head. This is the sadness of the little man, the price the defeated should bear.
Miller knew why the Faustin officer would say they owed him his life. He thought that he and Aoun were mortal. It was not only because of the collision with Locke, but also because of the skin he and Ornn were wearing.
Since they are Shirelo soldiers, they and Locke are opposites. In this week's defense of the city, although Miller used a spear to stabbed, or carried boulders and rolling logs, he also injured a lot of Faustin soldiers.
Miller wasn't sure if he had the lives of some Faustin soldiers on his hands.
At this time, even when Locke killed him, he felt normal.
"It seems that the Faustans are not as brutal and terrifying as imagined." Miller murmured. "Hiss~" His child was still kicking in his arms and just touched the wound he was kicked by Locke. "Bob, do you want to kill Dad?" Miller squeezed his son's face.
Bob grinned, a trace of white crumbs between his teeth. After Miller noticed, he turned and secretly looked at Grace's third daughter who was standing on the other side of his house.
It seems to have spotted Miller’s gaze, Grace explained with a smile, "We only stayed overnight and left."
The house was originally small, but now there are eight people in it. There is really no place except where to stand. Betty looked at her husband's wound carefully, the two children were playing around, Aoun was lying on one side, and the third daughter of Grace was standing on the other side with the family, the closest to the door.
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